After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Nan Baoyi frowned fiercely.

Empress Shen made random arrangements in order to drive a wedge between her and her second brother.

She pointed it out to Xiao Sui, but Empress Shen chose such a concubine from the Wei family to give to her second brother, which was clearly a deliberate attempt to humiliate him!

Just as she was about to speak, Queen Shen tucked up her quilt and said without comment: "Take good care of yourself."

She just left.

It was drizzling outside the hall.

Amidst the rustling rain, Nan Baoyi heard her heart beating violently.

She cannot accept such an arrangement...

She covered the wound, carefully propped herself up on the brocade quilt, and was about to stagger out of the bead curtain when she suddenly noticed something strange.

She looked up.

Separated by a curtain, the lights are bright.

In the outer hall, Emperor Xiao Yu did not know when he appeared.

He was probably in a hurry and didn't have time to put on his coir raincoat or hat. His snow-white uniform was soaked by the rain, and the undulating water stains spread on the edge of the robe with profound meaning, like a landscape map drawn by spring rain.

His face was pale and he stared at Queen Shen quietly.

Queen Shen looked at him, her expression still as usual.

The maids seemed to be accustomed to the confrontation between the emperor and the empress, and they all lowered their heads and held their breaths.

After a long time, the emperor's red phoenix eyes were filled with mist.

He held up his thin body and walked to Shen Jiang.

Nan Baoyi remembered that when he first saw him, he was weak and lazy.

But at this moment, a strong and domineering gloomy aura suddenly burst out from his body, like dark clouds covering the entire side hall, making people vaguely think that he was not the cowardly and incompetent emperor who was ridiculed by the family.

He said hoarsely: "Sister Huang, how did you die?"

Queen Shen pulled her lips coolly.

As if she was not used to Xiao Yu being like this, she quietly stepped back half a step, quietly distanced herself from him, and said calmly: "I don't know about this."

Xiao Yu pressed forward step by step: "She is your best friend for many years, and she is the sister who studied with you. Shen Jiang, if you have any hatred, you can come at me. Why did you attack the imperial sister?! Zizhong and Qingyang are still If it’s not enough, how many more people are you going to harm?!”

"I don't--"

Before Shen Jiang finished speaking, Xiao Yu pinched his cheeks hard.

His finger bones are long and slender, and even though he has been ill for many years, his strength is still astonishing.

Shen Jiang was forced to stand on her tiptoes and raised her head high to look at him. The pain in her cheeks made her shed irrational tears. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't even utter a syllable.

Cold tears fell on the back of Xiao Yu's hand.

She struggled, and the folding fan hidden in her arms fell to the ground with a bang.

Xiao Yu lowered his eyes and looked.

The folding fan was badly broken, and a map of mountains and rivers was faintly visible on the silk cloth.

That is the handwriting of the imperial sister.

It was a wedding gift given to Ajaan by the imperial sister.

His eyes became redder and he slowly let go of his hand.

Shen Jiang covered her cheeks with red fingerprints,

He took two steps back in embarrassment, not even daring to look directly at Xiao Yu at this moment.

Xiao Yu covered his mouth with a handkerchief, turned his head and coughed violently and weakly.

He held the handkerchief tightly: "There must be an explanation for the death of the emperor's sister."

Shen Jiang was silent and nodded slightly.

Xiao Yu seemed unable to support his body, so he staggered towards the wind and rain outside the palace without staying any longer.

The maids hurriedly stepped forward to help Shen Jiang, but Shen Jiang pushed him away.

Shen Jiang leaned over and picked up the folding fan.

Nan Baoyi could only see her back and heard her voice sounding like she was laughing or crying. He asked in a hoarse voice: "At this time, do you still want to protect me? Xiao Panyu, Xiao Panyu, why do you still want to protect me?" Want to protect me?"

The side hall was silent for a long time.

When the night rain gradually stopped, Shen Jiangcai put the folding fan into his arms and left here.

Nan Baoyi sat back on the couch dejectedly.

The emperor was not as weak as she imagined. There seemed to be another soul living in his body. When that power burst out, even Queen Shen would be frightened.

She really couldn't understand the relationship between the emperor and the empress.

However, now is not the time to worry about the relationship between the emperor and the empress.

She was thinking about those two marriages and had no idea what to do.

She fell flat on the soft rosewood couch, and pulled the brocade quilt over her head in a tangled manner.

…

Just when Nan Baoyi was tossing and turning.

Shen Yichao returned to the Shen family with Queen Yi Zhi.

The lights in the yard were dark.

Because he couldn't get excited during this period, Chu Chu suspected that he had a vixen outside, and quarreled with him many times. He was forced to question him, but he couldn't do it. He smashed a cup, and Chu Chu lost his temper. She simply brought the maid with her yesterday. Returned to her parents’ home.

Shen Yichao pushed open the fan.

Dark clouds cover the moon outside the window, and the light and shadow in the bedroom are dim.

The attendant apologized: "I forgot that the young lady has returned to her parents' home, so I didn't arrange for a maid to serve her. It's really shameful that the house is dark, so I will light the lamp for you."

Shen Yichao said calmly: "No need, just step back."

The entourage noticed that he was in a bad mood tonight and had to retreat for fear of disturbing his peace.

Shen Yichao closed the door.

He groped his way to the lamp stand, took out the fire stick from his arms, and was about to light the lamp when the flames suddenly burst out from the brass chandeliers in the corner, lighting up the whole house.

The sound of turning books was heard.

Shen Yichao raised his eyes and saw a young man in black sleeves with a golden crown in his hair, sitting quietly behind the desk, looking through his handwriting.

The man's profile was stern and handsome, his eyebrows and bridge of nose were very high. His skin under the light showed a white color, and his bones revealed an inviolable nobility.

Shen Yichao's face was expressionless: "Why are you in my room?"

Xiao Yi slowly turned over the handwriting: "Shen Xiaolangjun's handwriting is regular script, with metal and stone as bones, and it is written in the mountains and forests. It is truly a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation. It's a pity that your character is not worthy of this handwriting."

Shen Yichao: "I don't understand what you mean."

Xiao Yi closed the handwritten book with a smile on his lips and no warmth in his eyes: "Shen Xiaolangjun put in a lot of effort in the death of the eldest princess and the Duke of Zhen..."

His eyes moved down and landed on Shen Yichao's wide sleeves.

In the snow-white wide sleeves, a corner of bright yellow silk is faintly exposed, which is the volume of the Queen's Edict brought from the palace.

There was deep sarcasm in Xiao Yi's smile: "You are such an obedient and good dog. I wonder what Queen Shen rewarded you for?"

Shen Yichao's expression turned ugly: "Xiao Daoyan, pay attention to your wording!"

With a "pop" sound, Xiao Yi dropped the handwritten book on the ground.

He stood up with a smile and approached Shen Yichao step by step: "It is indeed my fault. Wild dogs still have feelings. Mr. Shen Xiaolang is so heartless and unjust. He is really worse than a wild dog."

"Xiao Daoyan——"

"boom!"

Xiao Yi took action and knocked Shen Yichao to the ground with one punch.

He was condescending, wearing black military boots studded with rivets, and kicked Shen Yichao hard one after another: "What I regret most is not killing you in Jinguan City! Shen Yichao, what are you, huh?" ?Tell me, what are you?!"

The attendant heard the movement in the house and hurriedly opened the door.

The young prince's black robe and wide sleeves were fluttering.

The sharp and beautiful red phoenix eyes were red and bloodshot, like a violent evil ghost born in the darkness.

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